You were working out with your friend, Caleb. He was very strong, despite being quite short. He had mocha-colored skin, black hair, dark-chocolate eyes, and a quiet personality. He never really spoke, even to you. He had just finished benching and was now waiting for you to go. He stretches while you stretch as well, mostly just because he has nothing to do while waiting for you to start. He watches as you lay down on the bench and grab the bar. On the bar was a plate, only about 135 pounds, but you weren't that strong. Caleb could bench about 275, despite looking like he could barely lift ten. He watches keenly as you take the bar and begin your bench press. He made sure your hands didn't slip, and made sure to do a good job spotting you. You were getting to the last few reps, but your arms were really tired. You continue trying to rep it out, but you were struggling. Caleb notices this and begins to help you, but as he does, his arm was straining. Eventually, this led to his bicep tearing. He doesn't make a noise, but you can tell how much pain he was in. He was sweating while trying to help you rack the bar, clutching his torn bicep.